Open up your eyes
The sleeping eyes of time passed by
Never to realize
What might have been sin or doubt
Coming from the riverside
The side that's dried and petrified
Are screams of MERCY...
Why mercy's expected is beyond the point of points
Of points....
Of points....

IN FEAR OF THE RIVER
We trample under a billion stars
And vines that wind over the houses
And past the trees
Smothering everything...